"Shelby's Ambitions of Babylon Sisterhood"
You sing pretty songs as my checking account yawns. You perform an elaborately choreographed gavotte but I'm pretty sure my checking account had her back turned the whole time. Even your finely tailored Italian suit doesn't really do much to turn my checking account's head. But when the stereo in your Lexus starts singing that it's cheap but it's not free, that I'm not what I used to be, and that love's not a game for three, my checking account's ears perk up and she smiles at you.